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It was a lazy day in New York, and Zero was debating what to do with herself now that she'd finished all of her summer classes. She kind of wanted ice cream, but that would require working up the energy to actually leave the apartment, and right now lazing on the couch and messing around with, variously, her cell phone and her guitar seemed to be about her speed for the day.

Her life was so fascinating, really.

((Open to phone calls, texts, e-mails, and that dude that lives in the apartment.))

Date: 2010-07-31 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Somewhere south of the Antibes, a phone was dialed.

*riiiing*

Date: 2010-08-01 01:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Mint chocolate chip or butter pecan?" Parker inquired, grinning and leaning against the mast of the boat. "I can even get you lavender sent special delivery, off the internet."

Date: 2010-08-01 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Orange blossom ice cream from L.A. it is, then." Parker grinned, and leaned back. "We're somewhere in the Caribbean. Heading for Tortuga. Possibly burying treasure somewhere, if we can find a convenient atoll.... Jarod, of course, being the one to dig a hole for it."

Caaaaasually sliding that into the conversation. Yes.

Date: 2010-08-01 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker cackled at that commentary, and sipped her iced tea. "Exactly. Plus I don't want to get more sunburned. And he looks good with his shirt off." She hummed. "There was a thing in Fandom, a couple weeks ago, did you make it back for that, and I miss seeing you there?"

Date: 2010-08-01 01:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Welll..." On the one hand, yay for missing it? She hoped. "Uh. People came back from the dead. Relatives, and so on."

Date: 2010-08-01 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"For many people, yeah. I-- got to see Mom." She took another sip of her drink. "And it was actually... really nice. I brought her up to speed on the last eleven years."

Date: 2010-08-01 02:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Good," Parker confirmed, slightly amused. "And I'm glad you didn't have a reason to be there... so how are things in your new, alternate universe? Any new disasters?"

Date: 2010-08-01 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Don't you guys have air-conditioning?" asked she who had an air-conditioned catamaran headed for the equator.

Date: 2010-08-01 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Why would you do that?" Parker wondered, amazed. And grinned into the phone. "How's the boyfriend-thing?"

Date: 2010-08-01 03:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"More villainating, you said." Look, if Zero could make up words entirely, Parker could just mangle them a bit. "How are the plans for establishing yourself as a filmmaker there going now?"

Date: 2010-08-01 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker winced, and said, "Music? Or is it all hot New York and classes, all the time right now?"

Date: 2010-08-01 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Enh. Could happen," Parker said, philosophically. "You up for shopping and getting kicked out of somewhere in the next month?"

Date: 2010-08-01 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Hmmm. Somewhere decadent. Ridiculous. I have a new gold card to break in... Not Las Vegas. Too much heat. Not the Bahamas." They never had the shoes she liked. "...Rodeo Drive? God knows they're picky enough to try to throw us out."

Date: 2010-08-01 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com
Peter walked into the living room with his Spidey pants, some spare blue spandex, a needle and thread, and a resigned look on his face.

"Bad guys only rip up my mask or the backseat of my pants. I don't understand this," Peter mused randomly.

Date: 2010-08-01 01:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com
"Have any suggestions?" Peter asked. "But nothing the might squeak. I've got to be stealthy sometimes."

Date: 2010-08-01 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com
"This is yet another reason why you're the best ever," Peter said. "I'm actually keeping a list of those reasons and will be making a tumblr listing them any day now."

Date: 2010-08-01 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com
"I'm dedicated to helping people, so I can't in good conscience say no to that," Peter said with a grin. "What kind do you want?"

Date: 2010-08-01 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com
"I can't help but think of that as a challenge," Peter said. "Are you sure you don't want to come with? I'll be going the speedy Spidey way. It always makes people in the shop happy to see a superhero standing in line."

"I will be wearing actual pants, though. I don't want to give everyone a show."

Date: 2010-08-01 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com
"Should I get anything for Fish," Peter asked, thinking himself to be oh so clever.

Date: 2010-08-01 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com
"I don't think so," Peter said. "It's not really something that comes up usually."

"Okay, ice cream for the people, seed for the bird? Back in a few?"
Edited Date: 2010-08-01 03:30 am (UTC)

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